A Poet’s Secret Gift Poem by Helen S B

The color of a flower

The twitter of a swallow

The humming bees

A river that is shallow

Golden eras, cold dark ages

Tales of love, of chivalry

Victory’s crown, the defeat’s cages

Festivals of old, gone harvests so merry

So much and so much more

Evokes in me a gift

To return the essence of times left

And resurrect a moment cherished

With words soaked by life’s dew

Painted in emotions of all hue

In hallowed words possessing a gifted touch

The most prevailing power of such!

Though it’s named inspiration in a word

I call it, a poet’s secret gift!